Beauty: Beatitude

A soft whisperings, speak in our spirit,The eternity gazing itself in a mirror,It glows with pure tints of varying hues;It shall rise with the dawn from the east,A lock of angels forever in flight;Exulting beauty descends from centeredAnd from errant sphere;Balmy nectar glows,Its enchantment entices the bosom;Come! See the breezy dome of groves,At its fountain quench the thirstOf magic thrall